"Can you walk by yourself?" He asked.
Since they were going to pass through the lobby of the hotel, it was better for her to walk by herself.
"Hmm."
Joyce replied vaguely and, with his assistance, walked from the parking lot to the lobby.
Inside the lobby, the warm yellow light was shining leisurely, and the lobby instantly looked romantic. In such an environment, her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably and the bewilderment in her eyes got more and more obvious, and her staggers got more and more dramatic.
Her mind was now such a mess and she turned to Luther, who was standing beside her.
She looked at his handsome side face and rigid and perfect lines. He was simply so handsome.
She couldn't help but reach out her hand to touch his face, "Handsome man, you look so good. What a perfect face. Are you sure, you never have a plastic surgery?"
"Really, natural? Don't mind if I touch it a few times?" She narrowed her eyes and reclined in his arms completely.
Her soft hands reached out from inside the suit that was wrapped around her, stroked his cheek repeatedly.
It was as if she wanted to make sure it was real.
"Well, it feels so good in the hand. It’s firm and not at all like what you can get from a plastic surgery. Handsome, you are so good looking."
"Handsome man, do you have a girlfriend?"
Luther frowned deeply.
This woman was really quite something when she was drunk.
How dared she molest him in public? She had made such a fuss in the hall, and there were already many people around looking towards them.
"Stop it and hurry to your room." He reprimanded in a low voice.
More and more people were looking at them, and he didn't want to make a scene in such a place.
He quickened his pace, and helped her toward the elevator.
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